Page 63 of The Dragon's Mate Proposal

“Good.” I grinned, my fingers on his pecs, the muscle firm beneath my grip.

We locked eyes at first, but it wasn’t long before my head was falling back as I bounced up and down on him slowly, rhythmically, feeling the pulse of his cock, listening to the increasingly haggard pace of his breathing.

It wouldn’t be long until he came for me. For me. I opened my eyes, a sudden rush of blood between my own legs the only signal I had that I was suddenly at the edge.

“Sam!”

He could hold it in no longer, and his body tightened under me as I dug my fingers deep into his chest, my vision filling with stars as I rode the wave of our combined ecstasy right there on the rooftop.

The echoes of my name rang in my ears. Hearing Cade cry out as his hips thrust up, lifting me from the roof while his cock spurted jet after jet of his hot seed deep inside my needy pussy was the cherry on top of a breath-stealing orgasm. Even still, my fingers dug deep into his chest, trying to keep myself upright instead of collapsing on top of him.

It wasn’t easy. His chest was so broad and firm. Resting on it while the reminder of our intimacy leaked from between our legs would have been the easiest thing in the world. The rightness that surged through me at the idea spoke to it. Called me to it, even as we both dug deep to find fresh breath.

The urgency of our lovemaking had taken us both by surprise, as had its intensity. At least, it had for me. Judging by the semi-shocked look on his face, Cade likely agreed. I’d gone to him, feeling the inner need to help him out, to give him what I could to ease the pain.

In that case, I’d given him my body, and through it, I hoped I’d helped alleviate his pain.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, leaning forward to rest my head against his.

“For having sex with me?” he asked, confusion reigning supreme.

I smiled. “No, no. I’m not going to apologize for that. Especially when it feels so good.”

“Then what are you apologizing for?”

“For your family. About what happened to them. I’m sorry you had to go through that, experience it, alone. I wish I could’ve helped you. Held you.”

He sighed. “You’re holding me now.” His eyes glanced down to my body. “Well, I’m holding you. But metaphorically.”

The fact he could make light of the situation spoke positively about his mental state. Either that or he was just that impressed by my naked body. I wouldn’t object to it being a bit of both.

“They seemed to miss you,” I said. “A lot, actually.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just that you were clearly the idea man. Things suffered after you left.”

“Idea man?” He shook his head.

“The costumes!” I said, gesturing at the albums that had been spilled nearby. “You guys were always dressing up. Always. They changed every time, too. Someone had to have ideas.”

Cade shrugged. “Themed birthday parties were a thing. And when you have that many cousins, you’re always having a birthday, it seems. So, yeah, we did put on a lot of costumes. It was fun. But they weren’t my idea. Not at all.”

“They were always different before you left,” I said, frowning, trying to understand.

“Well, of course. That was the rule. You don’t repeat a costume. Always come up with something new. It kept things fun and interesting. That way, too, nobody who had the worst costume would be forced to rewear it. The adults recycled lots of the material, though.”

“Never repeat?” I asked, my mind drifting back to the last handful of pages I’d seen. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Absolutely. It was something we were all cognizant of.”

“Well, they definitely started to break that rule after you left.”

He sat up, holding me against him so I didn’t fall off. “What do you mean? They did?”

“Yes? They started using the same costumes over and over again. It was pretty noticeable. How did you miss that?”

He grimaced. “Truthfully … I couldn’t bring myself to look at the later albums. It hurt too much.”

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